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King for a day

I woke up to the sound of rocks hitting my window, oh how romantic. Lets do this Romeo and Juliet style. I opened my large white windows with the french-style wood covers. I unhooked them and flung them open too.

I quickly put on my nightgown that was pearl white and made, you guessed it, of silk. I looked down onto our large front garden that had a stone path leading to two large brown gates with gold flakes shimmering from the arches.

"Romeo, oh Romeo, wherefore art thou? Romeo!" I called in my best Juliet impression. Sure, this wasn't any balcony scene but it'll do. Sure I didn't say the whole thing and I was half asleep in that year 8 lesson those years go but hey, it'll do as I said."Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?" He replied, looks like the stranger has attended school before.

"Well I've heard thou now! Hey, that rhymed!" I laughed to myself, leaning over the window sil.

"Oh Juliet, thou speakest in such a modern tone it makes me what to climb up there!" I laughed with questionable reasoning as he grapped the water pipe that lead up to the rooves gutters where my window what.

"What are you doing?" I asked him in a puzzled voice.

"Catch the hint? I said I'd climb up there." He shrugged and crawled up the pipe. Boy, he's crazy.

"I'm still in my pajamas!" I exclaimed, realising I was not dressed right for a stranger who was intruding my house the day after I'd met him, how rude.

I left the window open for him as he made it to the top, I grabbed my underwear and a green Legend of Zelda shirt that reached my lower thighs and had short sleeves, all was green accept for the rather yellow triforce sign in the centre. I also reached for my favourite pair of ripped jeans. I went into the bathroom only to realise my hair was still wavy and stuck out even if I brushed it.

Warning: Showers and baths cause natural hair that causes people to look like big foot.

By the time I went back into my room to hand up my nighting gown, he was already there. Standing in the middle of my room like a boy at a photoshoot to show off band merch. I smiled slightly before again realising that I did look like big foot.

"I look a mess and you're here in skinny black jeans and a cookiemonster sweater and pefect fake converse and a beanie. Come on!" I pouted feeling childish but also jealous that being a boy looked so easy."I'll have you know I had to put on moisturiser and straightened the sides of my fringe! Besides!" He wiggled his eyebrows perversly and put on his best low, sexy accent. "You look truely delectable."

"Oh please!" I was in a state where I could either punch him or swoon.

He came closer to me till we were a ft. apart and then he walked behind me. "You look fine, just tie it up!" He laughed, catching on that yes I did look a lot like a furry woodland beast. He scooped up my fairly long hair into a pony tail perfectly and took the bobble from my wrist, tying it into a neat but messy bun.

"Planning on becoming a hair stylist?" I asked him.

"No, they used to make me tie up my hair in like...year 7." I couldn't help but giggle.

It was at around this moment in time that I realise this was probably the worst thing I'd ever done to my parents. Letting in a near-homeless teenager who was an older male and was exactly like me. Oh gosh. I'd given him our address and he then continued to climb up the pipes assuming my parents were out since not one of our fancy cars were sitting in the driveway. Shoot, what had I done?!

"Let's play.. I spy!" He grinned, looking around my room. I nodded, slightly woozy from the thought my mother wasn't working today either but had gone to a spa with her friends.